Noise Pollution (loud music) can drive people mad, literally. This monologue has been written for performance. As you read, you become embroiled in the anguish of the confessor. It is almost autobiographical in that the writer was experiencing a problem with her neighbour's loud music at the time. It was written as a sort of therapeutic piece to make sure that the ending did not actually happen. Or did it? Confession would be suitable for any aspiring actor/actress as an audition piece or as a solo acting performance.